Todos los capítulos de Ruin Me, Alpha Step-Daddy : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Chapter 122Creed POVThe heavy, iron-reinforced door of the interrogation room muffled the chaotic sounds echoing from the main corridors, but I didn't need sharp hearing to know my estate was falling apart.Before I could press Vance for the remaining names on his list, a deafening explosion ripped through the western wing of the Blue Moon estate, shaking dust and stone loose from the ceiling. Alarms wailed across the compound, and red emergency lights began flashing through the grates.Vance threw his head back and laughed, blood staining his cracked lips.You're too late, Creed, Vance wheezed, his eyes wild with manic triumph. You think you cornered me, but my loyalists didn't need my orders to finish the job. They've already torched the estate's central archive... and Hazel's old wing. Everything linking our faction to the bounty is gone.My blood ran cold. I stepped forward, grabbing him by the collar of his shredded tunic and hauling him an inch off the chair.What did you do?

Chapter 124Hazel’s Mom POVThe high-altitude cabin of the private jet hummed with a smooth, relentless vibration as we soared through the dark, cloudless night. Clara was still staring at me, her eyes wide with disbelief, her mouth slightly parted as she waited for an answer to her very valid question.What happens when people start asking questions about the timeline? she had asked, her voice laced with nervous warning.Before I could formulate a biting, dismissive response, a sharp, double-knock rapped firmly against the private cabin door separating our lounge from the aircraft's resting quarters and crew station.I blinked, frowning slightly as I pulled my gaze away from Clara. I certainly hadn't ordered any more scotch, and the flight attendants knew better than to disturb us when we were deep into political strategizing.Come in, I called out, my voice dripping with cool irritation as I smoothed down the front of my silk blouse.The heavy, polished wood door clicked open smooth

Chapter 126Creed POVThe heavy double doors of the Blue Moon executive boardroom swung open with a smooth, silent glide, breaking the tense, suffocating silence that had hung over the room for hours.I sat at the head of the long obsidian conference table, my fingers steepled under my chin, my cold golden eyes fixed straight ahead. The fallout from Vance’s dismantled underground network and the fabricated estate arson were still fresh wounds, but political stability in the upper tier waited for no man. Today was supposed to mark the final, crowning achievement of the quarter: the multi-billion-dollar corporate merger and territory unification pact with the Ironfang Syndicate, a massive coalition controlling the northern mineral reserves.Seated across from me was Marcus Thorne, the aging, ruthless Alpha and CEO of Ironfang Industries, flanked by his legal team and top financial advisors.The terms are finalized, Thorne said, his voice gravelly and sharp as he slid the heavy leather-b

Chapter 128Creed POVThe multi-billion-dollar merger contract lay flat and signed on the obsidian table, the ink still fresh as Marcus Thorne nervously slid it toward me with a trembling hand. The threat of the hostile takeover had been neutralized, our strike teams were currently tearing through the northern border warehouse to dismantle what remained of the digital assault, and the Blue Moon boardroom had returned to a tense, suffocating order.Or so I thought.Before I could stand up and address my command staff, my private secure comms-link buzzed sharply against my wrist. I tapped the display, expecting a routine sit-rep from the frontlines.Instead, the frantic, breathless voice of Dr. Hayes, my chief medical officer and private physician, crackled through the encrypted audio.Alpha Creed... you need to get to the private underground clinic immediately, Dr. Hayes choked out, his voice shaking with a level of terror I hadn't heard in years. It’s an emergency. I didn't have a cho

Chapter 130Hazel POVThe heavy boots of the Spitfire pack guards echoed against the cold concrete floors of the underground tactical armory, creating a relentless, pounding rhythm that matched the frantic beating of my own heart. I was marching right behind Asher, my legs moving quickly to keep up with his long, commanding strides, despite my lungs burning from the sheer tension in the air. He had spent the last hour trying to ditch me, barking orders at his lieutenants to lock me in the executive suite and throw away the key, but I was not about to sit around twiddling my thumbs while the world outside continued to unravel around me. I had slipped past two armed guards by pretending I needed to deliver a fresh batch of intel reports, and now, here I was, trailing an Alpha prince on a secret midnight mission without a single clue as to where we were going or what kind of danger we were walking into.Asher suddenly stopped dead in his tracks beside a heavy, industrial-grade steel door